What exactly is home?
I’ve had an interesting summer. I’ve found myself in paradise for no apparent reason, left my home, and wandered about trying to figure it out. The more I think about coming home for a visit the more I get scared and don’t know what I want. I think about the way things used to be back home and the way they are now. Friends changing last names, marriages, and change that I chose not to include myself in I guess. It’s time for me to make a choice. Where do I go from here?
I think what I am saying is that I don’t want to go home because I already am. At least for now I am. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. However, for right now this place feels right. A friend spoke with me the other day and basically told me I was fucking around and needed to get my shit together. The next couple of days I spent a lot of time thinking about what she had said. Since then I have been clear. It’s like her words shocked me into reality again (Thank you).
October 9th, 2006 at 9:14 am
Don’t avoid us because you’re scared. We love you and miss you.
October 9th, 2006 at 12:05 pm
sage words.
looking forward to clarity of my own.
i’ll write you.
thanks for all of your help!
October 9th, 2006 at 2:25 pm
You are loved and missed! (Oh, K said that already but its true and worth repeating.) We are all growing up which means change, which can be painful and scary but also exhilerating and joyous. I’m grateful to be growing with my framily around me and I wish you were here.
October 18th, 2006 at 9:28 am
Soo, how was the earthquake?